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It's been a very long time since I cried at work. I've wanted to and I've come close a fair amount over the past year but never actually had to hide away and actually cry.

When I was getting dropped off last night, some minivan driving hobag decided she didn't like where said ride was dropping me off and hollered out, "why did you park there?" Bitch, use your goddamn eyes and notice this isn't a parking situation. This is someone getting dropped the fuck off. As my fuse at work has been BEYOND short, I yelled back, "Because I'm going to work, you idiot!" And she went allllllllllll the way off on me. Nearly pinning me to the car because she waited until I got out of the car to start backing up wasn't enough for her. Oh no. And she kept right on screaming and while I know, absolutely KNOW her stupid thoughts don't matter, it's still not how you want to start a night of having to work by yourself yet again.

I seriously debated just noping right around and going back home, but I knew I'd be on camera at that point and was pretty sure one of the shift leads I like, or at least would feel bad screwing over like that, was going to be working, so I headed to the back, clocked in, and then ducked in the bathroom to cry.

There's something absolutely fucking wrong that the time I spent taking care of Mom after she made it home was less stressful than going to work.

I hate people.

On the plus side, work itself was fine.